ride that direction.â He indicated west with a vague wave. âMen took âem at gunpoint. I rode over there with some of the boys. Farmer said, âPeople in Monterey wanted them,â wouldnât say nothing else.â
Sam glared at Rogers, thinking the clerk would have done more if it wasnât an Indian, a Mexican, and a half-breed child. He clenched and unclenched his fists.
Coy tensed, glaring at the clerk. Rogers gave the coyote a nasty look.
âGive me that liver,â Hannibal said to Rogers.
Sam snapped his head toward his friend.
Rogers picked up the liver with the tip of his butcher knife and extended it to Hannibal.
âHannibal, Iâ¦â
Hannibal interrupted. âEat. Eat good. Youâre going to need it.â
Sam got up and walked down to the river, Coy trotting along.
After he stared at the dark water for a while, Hannibal sat down next to him and tossed a hunk of meat to Coy. âColor prejudice shows in all sorts of ways,â he said right off. âEven in people who say they donât have any.â
Sam didnât answer.
âWeâll find them.â
âYes.â He turned a grim face to Hannibal. âThat bastard at Monterey got them.â
âI know the story. Letâs get back.â
The celebration that night was pathetic. The men left waiting here were down in the mouth about what the captain hadnât broughtâeverything a trapper needed, from goods to trade to the Indians to critical items like powder, lead, traps, knives, and coffee.
The men who came from the Salt Lake were miserable about their friends killed by the Mojaves, and having to tell the story.
Everyone grumbled in their food. They traded piece after piece of news, sometimes personal information, sometimes an item that bore on their mission to trap beaver, sometimes a story that was funny or nutty or unbelievable.
Jedediah caught up on the business news from Rogers. The men left behind had had an easy time, fine weather, lots of good hunting, Indians that were both peaceable and honest. Good beaver trapping, except in the summer.
The captain didnât say it, but he knew that Smith, Jackson & Sublette had paid wages both summers and the men hadnât had a chance to earn the firm a dime.
Sam sat in a deep pool of unbelief.
âThe Spaniards,â said Rogers, meaning the Mexicans, âsent some riders up here from San Jose. They wanted to know what we were doing in the territory. I told them hunting beaver.â
âDid that satisfy them?â
âSeemed so.â Rogersâs eyes said, But theyâre Spaniards, and you never know.
Hannibal said quietly to Sam, âLetâs get some rest. We leave in the morning.â
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S AM LOOKED OVER his breakfast coffee cup at the captain. âWeâre going to Monterey.â
âWhy donât we ride together?â
Sam mulled. He knew the captain had to go. He needed to ask for passports and for permission to trade for the equipment the outfit needed.
The governor would tell the captain he had no right to be in the country, and he was probably a spy. âWhy,â the governor would press, âdid you come back after you promised to leave the country and never return?â
At least something was worth a smile this morning. Sam said, âYou may end up in the calabozo. â
âWith you. Listenâwait. Iâll leave in two or three days. Weâll stop in Saint Joseph, maybe youâll get news there, and Iâm sure theyâll make me go on to Monterey to see the governor.â
Sam shook his head no. âIâm too worried.â
Jedediah raised his eyes to Samâs. âI give you a lot of rope, you know.â
This brought Sam up short.
âSometimes you act like you donât work for Smith, Jackson & Sublette. As if you just hang around with us when itâs handy.â
Sam dropped his head. âI guess so.â
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